I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night than having dinner with Santa. And Mrs. Claus. And other parents. Oh yeah, and all of the kids. That part may make it a little hard to swallow, but the girls will LOVE IT.
They don't know we're going. I don't think I can handle hearing about it every two seconds.
'Mommy, we get to eat with Santa!'
'Is it Saturday yet?'
'Is Santa going to eat me?'
Of course, all day Saturday would be a special torture session until we actually left the house for said dining experience.
So, we will wait. Until we are actually in the car. We'll even wait until we pull into the zoo and the confusion sets into their little heads. 'Why are we at the zoo?' Emma will ask. Olivia will just sit back happily kicking her little feet to see what happens next.
We will have fun. Lots of photo ops, story time with Mrs. Claus. Crafts to make. Free rides on the carousel. Who can beat that?
